GHOSTS ON THE HIGHWAY

लिरिक्स

[Intro – acoustic guitar, low fiddle] [Old engine starts] Yeah... Come on, boys. [Verse 1] Moon hangs low on a Virginia line, Blacktop shining like a warning sign. Got an old black car and a tank half-full, Raven on my shoulder and a heart too stubborn to pull. I've seen good men run, seen bad men pray, Seen trouble dressed up like a better day. But every scar I earned, every wrong turn made, Put another mile underneath my name. [Pre-Chorus] I don't need no angel telling me where to go, I got four wheels rolling and an AM radio. [Chorus – full band] There are ghosts on the highway, Riding shotgun tonight, Old sins in the mirror, Blue Ridge in the moonlight. I got family, cars and music, Freedom running through my veins, Yeah, some demons ride with me— And that's alright again. [Banjo + fiddle turnaround] [Verse 2] Got a little bit of heaven, little hell in my grin, Good people, bad ideas—let the night begin. If the road gets rough, I don't turn around, I just drop one gear and put the hammer down. I ain't looking for glory, ain't running from age, Every year just writes another line on the page. Let the young boys talk about the things they'll do, I've got dust on my boots 'cause I've already been through. [Chorus] There are ghosts on the highway, Riding shotgun tonight, Old sins in the mirror, Blue Ridge in the moonlight. I got family, cars and music, Freedom running through my veins, Yeah, some demons ride with me— And I wouldn't have it any other way. [Break – wind, distant raven] [Raven call] [Engine idling] [Spoken – low male voice] Good people... bad ideas. Hell, that's usually where the stories start. [Instrumental – fiery fiddle vs. slide guitar] [Banjo joins, drums build] [Bridge] When my road finally disappears, Don't waste your whiskey crying tears. Just hear that engine past midnight— I'll be somewhere beyond those headlights. [Final Chorus – huge, backing vocals] GHOSTS ON THE HIGHWAY! Riding shotgun tonight! Old sins in the mirror, And the mountains burning bright! Family, cars and music, Freedom till my final day, Yeah, some demons ride with me— LET 'EM RIDE! LET 'EM RIDE! ALL THE WAY! [Outro – fiddle + electric guitar] Some demons ride with me... and that's alright. [Engine accelerates and fades]